Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 767: Chapter 247 Breaking the Seal

The entire space was permeated with a kind of mental pollution, and the four of them retreated to the entrance, beside the snake sculpture.

Vera Williams took out an alchemy lamp and lit it, and the layout of the entire underground palace became clear within a silvery light.

The four of them looked at the pyramid, which trickled with fresh blood, each with a different expression.

Vera Williams also guessed immediately what the blood was about and covered her mouth, exclaiming softly, “Could this be what those vampires from Bolton Town created?”

“Hmm.”

Leonard Churchill looked a few times and had confirmed that this blood pool was a product of the sacrifices made by the Old Days Sect.

He just didn’t know how those guys had managed to transport the blood over here through space.

Moreover, the blood on the pyramid was not ordinary blood; to him, the information it revealed was called “Corrupt Blood Mediator”.

This was similar to the “Secret Cause Spirit Medium” created by the Silver Moon Sect through sacrifices.

Both were transcendent items containing rich mystical elements.

It’s just that the tier of the “Blood Media” was even higher, high enough that Enlightenment revealed only its name.

Leonard Churchill had previously obtained several spirit mediums refined by the Silver Moon Church.

However, such evil products typically involved the sacrifice of just a few hundred people.

This blood pool before them must have been formed from the sacrifices of hundreds of thousands of innocent humans.

Bolton Town was probably just a part of it.

Now that he thought about it, the previous conflict between Count Fremont and Councilor Boen over the gold mine, which caused heavy casualties…

It probably wasn’t so straightforward after all.

If vampires appeared on the battlefield, then contamination must have started spreading long ago.

This war seemed like it was being manipulated by a grand conspiracy from behind the scenes.

And the ultimate purpose was probably to unseal something sealed within this pyramid.

Considering this, Leonard Churchill drew in a cool breath and muttered to himself, “Those Ancient God Sect devotees really don’t regard human life as anything important…”

This was just a leak, and it had already cost so many lives.

If the thing inside the pyramid were to appear in the world, it would indeed be a civilization-destroying disaster.

…

“But what exactly is this ‘Crimson Corruption’?”

Leonard Churchill watched with furrowed brows.

But he also held a hint of anticipation.

That blood pool, sinister as it was, was an extremely dangerous source of contamination for others.

But in Leonard Churchill’s eyes, the space above the blood pool was currently overflowing with terrifying extraordinary traits.

I.e., the “Feast” could also devour it.

However, this was different from the previous spirit mediums, as Leonard Churchill not only sensed faith pollution but also felt a sensation as if his skin was being corroded by strong acid.

And a very strange sensation it was…

This made Leonard Churchill reflexively want to transform into his werewolf form to resist the erosion of those extraordinary traits.

Leonard Churchill couldn’t understand why, and turned his head towards Elder Clinton beside him.

The elder’s eyes were shining at that moment, yet mixed with bewilderment, as if he was intermittently remembering something without fully recalling it.

Leonard Churchill asked, “Elder, what’s going on here?”

Elder Clinton responded emotionlessly, “Those Ancient God Devotees used spirit mediums in sacrifices to awaken some intentions within the sealing. It is trying to break the sealing here.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill’s expression grew serious, but he didn’t feel much of a crisis.

He couldn’t solve problems that were too high-end; that kind of anxiety wasn’t for him to consider.

The issue on his mind now was: Could he absorb those blood medias himself?

Elder Clinton continued, “The girl and Pigeon should stay beside this snake statue. The contamination inside is not something you can bear.”

Vera Williams and Pigeon didn’t understand why the old man seemed to have suddenly changed, but they obediently responded, “Oh.”

In such a situation, they knew without thinking that it was not something they could handle.

After speaking, Elder Clinton slowly walked towards the black stele.

Leonard Churchill eyes twitched.

Wait, what about me?

Just like that time in Summer Shepherd City, the elder seemed to have completely ignored him.

“…”

Leonard Churchill’s eyelid twitched; he was also very curious about the content on the stele.

Thinking that the elder had not said he couldn’t go, as soon as the thought came to him, he shamelessly followed.

It wasn’t as if he would be in danger and the elder wouldn’t help, right?

Sure enough, when Leonard Churchill followed, Elder Clinton said nothing.

But the environment inside the Divine Temple was constantly discouraging him.

After only a few steps, Leonard Churchill noticed that the black hairs on his skin began to grow rapidly.

Seeing this scene, he was also very puzzled, “What’s going on?”

It was not a voluntary transformation, but he was subject to erosion, his blood boiling as if on its own, automatically starting the Beast Transformation.

Enlightenment refreshed as well.

“You have heeded the low whispers of the God from the ancient times, exempt from the confusion of spirit; you have touched an ‘Old Days Relic’.”

“Bloodline Resistance, you are exempt from minor ‘Crimson Erosion’.”

Leonard Churchill looking at the Enlightenment understood a bit, “Could it be that the Werewolf Bloodline has a natural antagonism to the contamination in this blood pool?”

He couldn’t think of any other reason.

And thankfully, the Curse Power consumed by the passive transformation was very little, enough to sustain him for a longer duration.

After a hundred steps, Leonard Churchill’s forehead was covered in fine sweat.

By this point, he had completely transformed into the ferocious Werewolf form, resisting the thick Blood Mist in the air that was laden with secretive traits.

Luckily, he had reached the stele.

This was the third stele Leonard Churchill had seen so far.

Just like the others he had encountered, upon focusing his gaze on it, he saw some golden tadpole-like inscriptions moving on it.

Elder Clinton was deeply engrossed as he looked at it, already immersed in it.

He had become one with the Divine Temple, quietly blending into the environment.